That blind eye

Stare into the abyss A shadow holds you and your throat is dry Take a drink and sit down Headache Banging like the FBI On the doorstep near-by Hazel and chocolate berries Was always a favourite invention of mine Weave between the nooks and crannies Scrub and brush until your hands start to peel Away Edging away Wearing down through the years Your body and mind marks it It is in print now and I can read you like a book Can't wash it off Never wash it off It is there now It is done now The world turns that blind eye For what you have done Is shared Between You and I